#rivervale_lodge

They find Frank ahead of them... Jaymes yells "Bro, get on the ship!"

"Did yousee Dagmar?"

the signal shows they are heading towards.... Maryland

Like a white Viking, cape flowing behind him, Frank is stretched aerodynamically reaching forward, one hand steadying his sword, seeking the ... bubble girls.

Brekke helps pull Frank aboard. "Kerri contacted Vali. He says it is a device designed to make a quick escape from danger."

She shows him the dot on the screen, and simply says. "New Agengard."

Frank was actually a bit hard to reel in; he seemed to want to keep going on his own but.... he's convinced. He looks at the screen and groans.

"

"Did she do this, then? The witch?"

Jaymes says "if Dagmar's h urt I'll never forgive myself" A pause "if Dagmar's not hurt, she's grounded for life!"

"No, Frank. It looks as though they did it themselves. They got into Vali's shed."

"And it shot them into the air in a bubble?"

"None of us saw it, Frank. That is what seems to have happened." She is looking forward by the figurehead, scanning the sky for a transparent bubble and two girls.

The GPS says they're in Baltimore.... and the ship makes is way past a narwhall which says"DOn't worry! They escaped the GIANT shark"

"Thank you!" Brekke calls back to the narwhal.

"Shark!?!"

"GIANT SHARK?" Jaymes echoes

A concerned glance to the others....and another check of the screen.

Oh they're in New Agengard... and.. the signal dies. Did the witch have some magic to veil even technology?

Brekke scowls at the phone, jabs at it, shakes it....and narrowly keeps herself from dashing it on the deck with a growl of frustration.

"No more signal."

"I thought it was new?" Jaymes growls

"Hers is. Mine is not old. I think it is...Her."

"Her? who her? Her Siv?"

"No." A deep breath. "Countess Akanthea of New Agengard. Eiluned. I suspect we cannot find the signal because she does not want us to."

BOW your heads, Peasants!

"Well, let's explain things to her. Those are our kids" the normally stoic jaymes looks a little unhinged

"Yes." Brekke agrees, but her grinding teeth speak greater volumes.